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The packages are getting progressively smaller. River gets two as well, one a flattened square, and the other a perfect cube. The first is a cd box-set - the sort which, when opened, reveals an incomprehensible maze of flaps and compartments for secreting away the discs. The back lists a strange array of names, mostly Russian-looking; the front cover is a plain black, except for the solitary figure of a woman - in white, in a tutu, in first arabesque.
The second is a slightly old-fashioned Rubik's cube, already mixed up. It seems entirely innocuous. You'd never be able to tell, not in a million years, that anyone had been at the stickers.
There is no note.
The second is a slightly old-fashioned Rubik's cube, already mixed up. It seems entirely innocuous. You'd never be able to tell, not in a million years, that anyone had been at the stickers.
There is no note.